With a loud *thump! crash!*, the sound of "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." leaked from the next room. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just a marital quarrel, but one day, just as I was about to leave through the front door, I happened to witness the wife being violently thrown out of the room after being beaten. She seemed injured, so I let her into my place and tended to her wounds. Her name was Mayuki-san. She looked utterly worn down from living with her abusive husband. Even though I tried not to get too involved, every time I saw the hurt Mayuki-san, I couldn't help but speak to her and felt the urge to help her. With no one else to rely on, Mayuki-san became dependent on me, and in the room next to where her abusive husband was, we ended up sharing kindness and making the bed creak together. And soon, it was discovered. Mayuki-san, her face swollen from being beaten, fled to me. She might have been killed. "Let's run away together," I told her, and our restless escape began. The abusive husband, abandoned by his cheating wife, searched for us with bloodshot eyes. We fled far away and felt relieved, thinking we wouldn't be found for a while. To soothe our frayed nerves and drown out our fear, we held each other and sought each other over and over again. I wished this small, happy time could last forever, but I shouldn't have held onto that hope. Our hiding place was discovered by the abusive husband again. Mayuki-san, let's run away together, no matter how far. I'll be with you forever.